The Front Line Page #2

Il-Young?

Sh*t.

Eat this.

Eat it.

What's wrong?

It's okay.

We're retreating now

but we will strike back.

Where are you going?

Wake up, man.

We're not in Pohang.

Knock it off!

Why bring that sh*t up?

What?

Did food make you sick?

Why is it so cold?

What is it?

He thinks we're in Pohang.

- Pohang?

- Forget it, guys.

It's behind us.

Where's my platoon?

Damn it!

Cheer up, guys.

Let's have some fun.

Come on, show us some moves!

F***!

Nam, sing us something

that's big in Seoul.

- Sing!

- Come on.

Look at me, dear

Not that old sh*t.

Something new!

You're stabbing the dead here.

What are you doing?

Hi.

Let's eat.

When will the war end?

What?

I bet you've talked

to high-ranking officers.

When?

Truce talks began

two f***ing years ago.

It can be any day now.

And it's been 2 years.

Any idea how many have died here?

It gets confusing.

Did he die?

Or was it someone else?

It's sick.

Did I see him in the barracks?

Sh*t.

That Cruit?

What a song.

Heard from a distance...

a loud gunshot,

like a lullaby,

takes me home in my dream.

My home,

my sweet home...

Before a bowl of water...

mom prays for my safety.

Her shining gray hair

brings tears to my eyes.

Get up!

Up!

Turn the lights on!

Get the hell up!

Get up!

Come on!

Listen.

They took Aerok Hill back.

Get your gear and standby.

AA guns?

AA guns!

Can't even last a day.

He shits, and we clean it up?

This is bullshit.

If he doesn't know sh*t,

he should listen.

This was unthinkable back in 1941.

We had 2 principles.

Minimum activities and maximum focus.

A chatterbox got killed first, right?

Shut up, funny boy.

We're wide open.

If Two Seconds sees us...

At least one will die.

What's Two Seconds?

If you know too much,

you'd be too scared.

You'll find out soon.

Look! After the combat,

write me the lyrics to that song.

Okay.

If you don't get killed today.

Machine guns.

AA guns.

That b*tch is still alive.

They're digging foxholes,

expanding the defense line.

This is a piece of cake.

They're reserves.

I can't see past the hill.

Let's shoot and see.

If they have more men over that hill?

We'll be trapped like rats.

We have their uniform, right?

Yes.

Comrade!

Comrade!

Why didn't you answer the radio?

I've been calling you from there.

What?

A radio?

Nobody radioed, right?

No, sir.

Are you sure it's not broken?

Where'd you get those boots?

What's your unit?

Get this a**hole!

Man-seok?

Got them.

Move it!

One the ground, f***ers!

We heard the gunfire.

What's going on?

Answer it.

Do you copy?

Tell him it was an accident.

It was an accident, sir.

A volley fire always works!

Radio HQ.

Dragonfly 2, you're good to go.

We've been hit!

F***!

We're moving to 0-2-4.

Blow it.

What are you doing?

If we let them live now,

they'll kill us later.

Move to 0-2-4!

Hurry, sir.

Damn it!

They're back!

After the air strike,

move to the trench

before they come out of the foxhole.

What the f***!

Cry and I'll kill you!

To the trench!

Move it!

Medic!

To the trench!

To the trench!

We need to take out that gun.

Let's just f***ing charge!

He's too far.

Grenades will fall

- What?

- Get your grenades.

What are you doing?

I can't let you.

If they fall short, I die.

Sh*t!

On my mark!

Now!

I can't see him.

He made it!

Charge!

F***ing commies!

Too late to turn back.

We gotta get up there.

I will lead.

Go!

Keep going!

F***.

Motherfuckers!

Eating corn power

and hiding out like rats!

- Put your hands up.

- Don't kill me.

It's a white flag!

Ceasefire!

Cruit.

You okay?

It's okay.

He looked younger than me.

It's kill or get killed.

Right?

Let's go.

Damn, I almost peed my pants.

Damn Yankees,

they destroyed everything.

It'll take forever to restore this.

We have to restore it?

Or what?

You'll ask the enemy?

Wow, you hung like a horse.

You damn kid...

Aerok Hill stands on those bodies.

Remember that a**hole who said

this war would be over in a week?

How could I forget?

He's here.

What?

Yep, it's him.

He put on airs and said...

This war would be over in a week.

You don't know why you're fighting.

I wanna ask him why we're fighting.

Lieutenant!

What are you doing?

It's almost gone.

Come on.

What's wrong?

Are you drunk?

We have booze?

MSG. Yang said...

it'd help me forget what happened.

Come on, drink it down.

Hey, that cup is mine.

Give it back.

- Give me some.

- Get your own cup.

This is mine.

Eun-pyo, come sit.

Drink with us.

Where'd you get the booze?

What's this?

Oh, we didn't draw that.

Some commie did.

F***ing idiot!

What's that in your hand?

It's nothing.

"Thanks for sending my regards

to my family in the South."

Kim Soo-hyeok.

What's this?

Please, let it go.

Put it down.

What's wrong?

It's nothing.

Yang, put it down.

He's a CIC officer.

If he talks, we're dead.

You think this is nothing?

You've been talking to commies?

Is this what you're here for?

It's really nothing.

Explain it then.

Do you know how many times

this hill changed hands?

Nobody knows.

I counted up to 30, though.

We didn't wanna

carry all this sh*t back

when we pulled off this hill.

So?

We buried things in this bunker.

Socks, clothes,

chocolate from Yankees.

Ammo, cigarettes, boots

Because we'd be back.

When we took this hill back,

guess what we found here.

What?

Damn flies.

Crap.

What's this?

Let me.

Son of a b*tch!

- It stinks.

- Stay away from me.

What the...

"Thanks for the chocolate,

cigarettes, and socks."

F***ing commies!

This is why Communism's gotta go!

I'll kill them all!

Where are you going?

Let go!

Calm down.

So pissed off we weren't ourselves.

So we buried a letter cursing them.

You buried a letter?

Yes, we were not thinking right.

Otherwise, we would've buried

grenades or a time bomb.

And then?

As always, we lost the hill

and took it back.

What's this?

I know.

Don't.

Okay.

What the...

Isn't this booze?

Booze?

This is rice wine from the North.

Dump it.

It might be poisoned.

Are you sure?

This is booze.

Dump it.

I'm not hallucinating.

It really is booze.

- Damn.

- Ki-young.

Just to make sure...

Smell it.

Fine.

Wait.

Hold on.

If they wanted to kill us,

they wouldn't have left wine.

That's right.

They would've buried

a grenade instead.

You're right.

Why give us booze?

F*** it.

I don't care if I die.

What's wrong?

Let me have another sip.

- Smart ass!

- This is the real thing!

- Give me some!

- Wait for the go!

That booze...

It was bribery.

Buried with it was a thick envelope.

In it was a few letters.

Letters?

Some NK solders were drafted from SK.

And some defected to NK and enlisted.

They left letters

for their families back home.

So?

So I mailed them all.

You did?

Yes, I did.

Since then, we've buried

cigarettes for them.

And they did booze, matches...

We're always low on matches.

Isn't this nice?

That's it?

What else did you expect?

You think we leaked military secrets?

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